as on Mounting Hill they sow
and reap strange love-fruit
iridescent cut into over-fresh
womb
and rape
those beloved and torn
those beloved who sacrifice
and yell songs of self-righteousness
off the mountain of
- carne, cărnos, act carnal -
and those who strip
and paint
themselves naked still against gas-station
scenery
minus the accent
the cigarettes
they throw themselves into
- carne, cărnos, act carnal -
and those who Have Never Told A Lie
and are full of shit
and those who dance clothed in
madness
with paint on their arm
and madness herself
hung as a cloak on
chair back
armchair and pot-pipe
stoaway passenger between puffs
blinks
empty mirror
for those who stare
and then deny ever having
and love their lovers who will outlive them.
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fantastic by all means
--
Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
thankyou.
--
a cold fuck and a goldfish memory
(sarah kane -- crave)
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